social studies

CHAPTER 1 - CLASS

raiya
"...so in conclusion immigrants are being treated unfairly to this day" mr. etra explained to the class. his voice droned on and on for 45 minutes. does he ever shut the fuck up oh my god.
i turned my head in boredom behind me and signaled at ayaana. she was doing some weird thing with her eyes. wtf is she watching "boss baby" again.
"AYAANA WHAT ARE YOU WATCHING," varnith loud whispers.
her face turns a bright shade of red and her eyes bulge out of her head like bug eyes.
"uhhhh what.. i- uh- nothing," ayaana trembles nervously.
jason bends over and reaches at ayaanas chrome book and grabs it.
"what are you WATCHING!!" jason exclaims.
mr etra turns around and looks in our direction. i quickly turn back to my seat and switch my tab from "amsr cooking and eating" to "RECONSTRUCTION ERA".
he looks back to his computer and we all let out a reliving sigh.

ayaana
ugh i want mr. etra to bend me over and fuck me while he spanking me with a ruler as i sight all the reasons why andrew carnegie was a bad person.
i go back to my boss baby tab and continue watching.
"anyone want to tell me a benifit of the mass production of the oil industry?" mr.etra announces to the class.
i look at his bulge. UGHHHH IMAGINE SITTING ON THAT. i imagine me grinding on his lap slowly letting out tiny whimpers as i tease his waistband of his underwear putting my hand slowly down and feeling the hard bulge as i- DING DING DING
ugh the stupid bell.
i wait for raiya as she grabs her peach snapple and finishes trying to seduce/flirt with jason and luka.
"bruh i hate this stupid class. nigga i don't give a fuck about black codes," raiya complains to me.
the hallways are crowded as always. we scout for pari and mariyah so we can get a seat at our lunch table.